We Just Spit Bars

Lyrics

[Chorus: Canibus] Live by the sword, die from a shard We spawned a nuclear bomb with rods from God Chino XL, Canibus Medium Small We don't negotiate, we just spit bars Live by the sword, die from a shard We spawned a nuclear bomb with rods from God Chino XL, Canibus Medium Small We don't negotiate, we just spit bars [Verse 1: Canibus] Already let the world know the truth You already know the rest y'all Alien invasion insectoids with sick toys Infected with hemorrhoids The cure cost a trillion Pepe coins (Okay) But can you get to the point? (Yeah!) The point is palеo bicycle kick your head till you can't feel it Picture thе image of a speedbag goin' (*Bududu-bududu*) a million times a minute You in a coma conversatin' with spirits (Spirits) Try'na communicate back but you can't hear it The medical physician clinician leans forward and whispers (Tell me where it hurts, let me kiss it) I guess by now you prob'ly reached their limit Talkin' to GPT Chat before to practice your lyrics American pit's teamin' up with the bulldog British Kevin Hart with the Vin Diesel Latino Riddick (Oooh, I can't believe it's going down, oh my God Chino XL just wants to pinch you ?doing? your dog Federation) [Chorus: Canibus] Live by the sword, die from a shard We spawned a nuclear bomb with rods from God Chino XL, Canibus Medium Small We don't negotiate, we just spit bars Live by the sword, die from a shard We spawned a nuclear bomb with rods from God Chino XL, Canibus Medium Small We don't negotiate, we just spit bars [Verse 2: Chino XL] I move Kreep, Chino still make the world go round Still eating the porcupine, *pah*, spitting out the needles all over Hell's ground First round, what I do will kill and will not make you stronger The warmonger from the light skinned and Puerto Rican section of Wakanda The Don Dada, breathin' homicides, I reach across the table And stop the ?cap all? in your cradle Till my stable, capable palm feels insatiable and inescapable Pride live-er but I clothesline Michael Jackson on Motown 25 I ain't lettin' none of these weirdo guys slide The God's wise king and morose, closed My mind is an abandoned military post That's luminary and haunted with the memory of many enemy ghosts I spit an inverted venom that floats, pathetic and gross Vet-vetted and embedded folklore that'll cure What most cherished in Western medicine won't Insane adrenaline with a method like methamphetamine, feelin' insane pulse With the same goals as Usain Bolt on ephedrine and sprayed coke And penmanship where the pain gets flatter than the soda With the tempered temperament of Edmund Kemper When the cuts get slit across your serpentine throat (*Bleating*) I am that goat I pickpocket a midget, I stoop that low The Hip Hop array I filet, that's with an ink that is an unusual musical blade With a razor that's an undisputable, beautiful, pharmaceutical grade I stayed fit as a fiddle but riddled with Ritalin capsules I was abused so don't come bringin' me no bad news I was brought up to kill the messenger too ?and temple of castles? Allegedly I'm a legend in thug talk Hire a Piru bartender, then watch the blood pour (Respect! Salut, DJ Romes! Salut, Bis, salut!) Yo Bis, cheers, everybody praise that we mellow with age But even Mercury's rays are afraid of a Chino retrograde (That's crazy!) The women that I be dating be hating this How my DMs are filled up more than an inflated Section 8 waiting list Pulling out of your wife's diaphragm Then cover her with white webs of cob like an anxiety-filled Spiderman (Get the fuck outta here) It's only wrath I'mma deliver to you with more than half Your rap scribble-scrabble like a sad Michael J. Fox autograph (Toma!) [Chorus: Canibus] Live by the sword, die from a shard We spawned a nuclear bomb with rods from God Chino XL, Canibus Medium Small We don't negotiate, we just spit bars Live by the sword, die from a shard We spawned a nuclear bomb with rods from God Chino XL, Canibus Medium Small We don't negotiate, we just spit bars [Verse 3: Canibus] Yeah ?Recline? 'em off the turnbuckle Let me drown 'em in a septic tank with some mermaids blowin' turd bubbles It's a fucked up job but somebody somewhere gotta do it Nah, I can think of worse hustles You wan' dance? Let's tussle The bear hug burst all of your muscles, c'mon, let's cuddle Look at them mud sharks havin' mud fights, orderin' Bud Lights I changed my mind, I ain't fuckin' them tonight (Yeah right) Them bitches flip-flop like a cocky pilot's cock after being target locked (Rotten vampires with garlic in their snot) (The ?hissy fit? rose of a fork-tongue licking one's toes) The fuck you tellin' me? I don't wanna know Yo, I deep dive a high tide like a Greek god In a wheelchair, I only need to work my upper bod Chino XL, Canibus, the forces joined We are Hip Hop's historical nexus point The best of the intellectual goyim Rumor has it they'll reject your FOIA request if you call 'em The dead don't lie, the headless don't blink an eye Get ready 'cause it's Chino time